After this he promised himself to go for a while to the opera alone.
When the curtain had fallen upon the first act of "Don Giovanni" he turned round in his place to observe the house.

Presently, in one of the boxes, he perceived Urbain de Bellegarde and his wife.

The little marquise was sweeping the house very busily with a glass, and Newman, supposing that she saw him, determined to go and bid her good evening.
M.de Bellegarde was leaning against a column, motionless, looking straight in front of him, with one hand in the breast of his white waistcoat and the other resting his hat on his thigh.

Newman was about to leave his place when he noticed in that obscure region devoted to the small boxes which in France are called, not inaptly, "bathing-tubs," a face which even the dim light and the distance could not make wholly indistinct.

It was the face of a young and pretty woman, and it was surmounted with a coiffure of pink roses and diamonds.